"It wouldn't be that villain."
"That is just what I thought of. The police have the key of the stable where the body is. They would let you see it if you asked."
"It would be a pity if it was some harmless poor man," said Patsy, with fire in his brown eyes.
He went towards the door and came back.
"It might be the hand of God," he said. "I had a word with Susan this mornin'. She was tellin' me Miss Stella does be cryin' out not to let some one ketch her, an' screamin' like a mad thing that she's ketched. Supposin' that villain was to have put the heart across in the poor child, an' she out wanderin' in the night! Wouldn't it be a quare thing for him to tumble down there an' break his dirty neck before he was let lay hold on her?"
It gave Lady O'Gara fresh food for thought, this hypothesis of Patsy's.
She put away the thoughts with a shudder. To what danger had poor
fevered Stella been exposed, wandering in the night? And what vengeful
Angel had interposed to save her?
She went back to Terry. He had made a very good lunch, she was glad to see, and was just lighting a cigarette.
He looked up expectantly as she came in.
"You said I should see Stella if she would see me. It did not seem like it last time."
A shade fell over his face as he concluded.